Wu Zhou, deputy director of the emergency department, woke up from a coma and felt like someone was patting him.
"Little Gretel, little Gretel..."
The man yelled while slapping him. Wu Zhou reluctantly opened his eyes, and everything was dark in front of him. The guy who called him didn't stop, and the slapping had no effect. He grabbed his shoulders and shook him back and forth:
"Little Grete, wake up! How are you?"
Wu Zhou shook his head following the man's strength, and then realized that he was lying face down, with his face seemingly buried in the soil. Taking a breath, his mouth and nose were filled with the smell of blood, earth, and God knows what.
What a strange smell came over my face.
"Cough cough cough cough..."
He arched his back reflexively and coughed desperately. While coughing, he roared in his heart:
Who placed him? Why did he let him lie down like this? Don't you know that unconscious people can't lie on their stomachs? Aspiration of vomit can cause suffocation!
When they come back, they must be punished to practice first aid ten times!
No, twenty times!
Wu Zhou suffered from an occupational disease and secretly criticized the unreliable nurses, interns and residents. After finishing the review in one breath, he raised his head with tears in his eyes, looked around, and was shocked on the spot.
What about shadowless lights?
What about the operating table?
What about the flat car?
Where are the doctors and nurses in white uniforms, running around with their feet at their feet?
Where is the hospital?
The surgical building is gone, as is the laminar flow operating room. In its place is a low, dilapidated house with stone walls, a thatched roof, and the cracks in the wall randomly filled with soil. A half-person-high circle was built beside the wall.
An empty piece of mud with a few rotten grass sticking out...
What the hell is this?
Am I not in emergency rescue?
Wu Zhou felt his head buzzing, his body went limp, and he almost fell down on the spot. He only remembered that he had not stopped since nine o'clock in the morning, and was busy until four o'clock in the morning. He had just completed an emergency major surgery.
.The spleen was cut, the liver was sutured, and the intestines were repaired. After the big work was done, there was no active bleeding, and the assistant was asked to suture, and then everything went dark...
"Little Gretel, are you feeling better?"
Wu Zhou turned his head stiffly, his pupils slowly focusing. The person holding him was a strong red-haired man with a high nose and deep eyes, a typical Western appearance. He was wearing a torn linen waistcoat, with two bulging arms exposed.
He was holding a bow in his hand.
The waistcoat is not so much a piece of clothing as it is a rectangular piece of cloth folded in half and sewed, leaving two slits under the armpits and a hole in the top. The collar, cuffs, and threads are all tangled, with no hemming at all, and they are already dirty.
Can't see the true color.
...The only thing that can be seen is that the linen is extremely sparse, and the medical gauze in the operating room is stronger than it.
Wu Zhou looked down at himself.
Same linen.
Same style waistcoat.
Same style...well, my pair of shoes seems to have more exposed toes than his?
For a moment, Wu Zhou's vision went dark again, and he really wanted to faint on the spot.
Why did you throw me here? The injured person I rescued before was saved! At least, before I fainted, my vital signs were still very stable and the operation was successful...
Let me go back!
I want to participate in the emergency rescue!
It's a pity that no gods heard his prayers. Emergency rescue came - about ten steps away, a series of sharp exclamations exploded:
"Help-"
"Captain—Captain—"
“Oops—the intestines came out!”
Wu Zhou instantly forgot all his complaints. Just like every time he heard a cry for help, he ran to the sound without thinking:
"coming!"
However, there was someone running faster than him - or, in other words, closer. Wu Zhou rushed halfway out of breath, and already saw a man kneeling beside the injured, with his head lowered, and he didn't know what he was mumbling.
.
Immediately afterwards, a ray of white light shot out from the man's clasped hands and fell straight on the injured person.
In the white light, the bloody wounds began to heal visibly to the naked eye.
Wuzhou brakes urgently!
What did I see?
"Time-lapse photography tells you this is how wounds heal"?
"On the promotion effect of high-energy particle rays on wound healing"?
When a white light goes out, the wound starts to heal. What the hell...
By the way, this thing is...
It's healing!
Two memories jumped out at the same time. One belonged to Wu Zhou and came from countless novels, games, and animations he had read before; the other belonged to the original owner of this body. In any case, the two memories came to the same conclusion.
:
Healing spells call upon the power of God to achieve healing effects. Even the lowest level of healing spells can heal small wounds immediately, and when upgraded to the highest level, they can even bring the dead back to life...
So, the one who is casting healing spells is the priest?
Wu Zhou glanced quickly. The priest who was kneeling to pray was actually the best dressed among them:
Wearing a light brown linen robe, the front part hangs to the ground, and the back part covers the calf. The collar and cuffs are thinly hemmed, and in the middle of the chest, a thin dark brown line runs in a circle, outlining the shape of a shield.
emmmm……
The level of spellcasters is indeed relatively high...
Wu Zhou complained silently and turned to the injured. The injured was a strong man in his thirties or forties, with brown hair, brown eyes, and a messy beard. The equipment was better than others, at least he had a piece of leather armor, but it was a pity that he couldn't protect it.
A large hole was torn open in the abdomen of his leather armor, and a large amount of blood dripping from his intestines fell out of it.
Comparatively speaking, bleeding from multiple places on the arms and legs is not considered a serious injury.
The injured man was leaning against the tree stump, his eyes half-open and half-closed, almost unconscious. A young man who looked somewhat like the injured kneeled beside the injured man, trembling while looking at the wound with expectant eyes -
—
The ferocious eversion, uneven skin edges, like a wound torn out by something, squirming, shrinking, closing, shortening in length, blood flow gradually slowing down...
Wu Zhou's eyes lit up. The healing arts in this world are really interesting, and they have immediate results! It would be great if he could have healing arts to help him during the operation...
Before I could finish thinking about it, the white light... was gone.
The abdominal wound, which had only healed for a short period and with the intestines still exposed, remained silent.
Wu Zhou: "..."
Priest:"……"
The face of the man kneeling next to the injured person instantly darkened. He held the intestines that had fallen out of the injured person in his hands and stared at the priest eagerly for a moment. He saw that he was trying hard again and again, chanting again and again, but no white light appeared in his hands. Finally,
Couldn't help shouting:
"Continue! - Please do one more! The captain is seriously injured!"
"I...I can't do it anymore!" The pastor was not very old, only fifteen or sixteen years old. His face was red at the moment, and he was about to burst into tears. When someone yelled at him, the freckles on his face seemed to have disappeared.
To drum up:
"I'm just an apprentice! I can't save him..."
The young man's eyes quickly turned gray. He lowered his head in despair, his hands trembling, holding the injured man's intestines and stuffing them back——
"do not move!"
Wu Zhou shouted. As soon as the words came out, he realized something was wrong: the language he shouted was not Chinese, not English, or any of the ones he had learned before, but he knew how to speak it. Including those people who just shouted, it was him.
He can understand languages he has never heard before!
what happens?
Wu Zhou was at a loss. However, after taking a look at the injured, he put all his doubts behind him: Someone was injured, which was the clarion call for emergency doctors to fight. Even if the sky fell, the ground sank, the sun exploded, and everyone traveled through time,
We have to wait until he completes the rescue and the wounded are out of danger!
He continued to shout: "Don't put it back! Is there a clean bowl? - No? Then hold it! Don't move!"